"Bella! Bella!"
Ryan shouted Bella's name, jolting awake from his dream, drenched in sweat.
He looked around, but the familiar figure wasn't there. Slowly, he let out a sigh of relief—it was just a dream.
But the dream had felt too real. It was a memory of his past with her.
Four years ago, he had let go. Faced with Bella's deep feelings, he chose to run away for the first time, thinking that would be the end of it.
But after all this time, just when Ryan thought everything had settled down, Bella came back—forcing her way into his life in a way he couldn't refuse.
Ryan had some control over his dreams, and he admitted that when he recalled their first meeting, he felt a rush of excitement.
If he could treat it as a new beginning, did that mean everything that happened before didn't count? Could they start over?
Unfortunately, the dream ended there, and with it, the struggle of a new day began.
"Bella? Who's Bella?"